That was awesome. AWESOME goddamnit! Dear TV and movie writers: take a lesson from this comic strip and its hidey, they are the solution to bad writing cliches that should have died a long time ago.

“Mr. Furley, I’m not actually gay, I’m straight and the girls are straight and we’re sharing an apartment and there’s no hanky-panky going on which you can obviously hear since you live right underneath our unit. Also, this is Santa Monica in the early ’80s which means we’ve got strong rent control protecting us, and cohabitation laws were overturned at the end of the last decade, so even if we were fooling around there wouldn’t be a darned thing you could do about it. How about we take you down to the Regal Beagle and buy you a drink though, try to get you some action?”